The bear man is very big. Only when there is a bear man standing in front of him can he feel this
huge pressure.
A few catmen warriors have been shaking their legs uncontrollably. This does not mean that they
are cowardly, but that the sense of racial oppression is inherent.
I'm here to make a deal with your tribe, please call out your patriarch.
Alice raised his head and looked at the talking bear man, and said neither humble nor
arrogant.
Hahaha, trade? Do you want to use your dried fish to trade with us? Sorry, we're not used to that
stuff. Let's go back while we're in a good mood today.
The two bear men laughed loudly, and they didn't take Alice and the others in their eyes at
all.
boom!
Just as the two bearmen laughed complacently, a fiery flame suddenly burst out of Alice 's
body.
The flames rose three meters high, and the two bearmen took a step back in fright, and the bear
fur on their bodies was also scorched by the fire.
Magic... magician!
The two bear men widened their bear eyes and said in surprise.
Orcs have an instinctive awe for magicians. After Alice showed such a hand, the eyes of the
two bearmen looking at her also changed.
Can you talk now?
Alice dissipated the flames on his body and said lightly.
What do you want to trade? If it's not particularly important, there's no need to alarm the
patriarch.
The two bear-men looked at each other before speaking.
liquor.
liquor!
Hearing the word wine, the two bearmen suddenly widened their eyes, and saliva flowed from
the corners of their mouths.
Seeing the reaction of the two bearmen, a faint smile appeared on the quiet and delicate little
faces.
The bearmen are addicted to alcohol, but the food production of the orcs is not enough, and
there is almost no surplus food to brew.
The harder it is to get something, the easier it is to arouse their desire. Basically, as long as
something like wine is proposed, it is impossible for the bear people to refuse.
This! Are these two cars?
The bear man looked at the two cars behind Alice, his eyes flashing with longing light.
Yes.
Let's taste it first. If it's really good wine, we'll help you find the patriarch.
Please.
Alice understood that the two bears were greedy, and wanted to take advantage of their
positions to drink a few sips of wine. Anyway, there is still a lot of wine brought, so it doesn't
hurt to let them drink a little, Alice readily agreed.
The two bearmen couldn't wait to run to the car and reached for the wine barrel.
The big wine barrel that only two catmen warriors could lift was lifted with one hand.
Violently tore off the seal on the wine barrel, and the two bearmen lifted the wine barrel above
their heads and poured it into their mouths.
The gurgling sound of swallowing was incessant, seeing them drinking so much, the catmen
warriors who were escorting couldn't help swallowing.
Pfft! Good wine! Good wine!
After finishing a barrel in one breath, the bear man put down the barrel and wiped his mouth,
unable to help but praise.
Of course it's a good wine. It's brewed with new rice, and it's mellow.
Alice smiled lightly.
Okay! Let's help you to call the patriarch, you can wait here with peace of mind.
The strength has also been seen, and the wine has been drunk. The two bearmen have now
completely accepted the quiet transaction request. They took off their big strides and ran into the
tribe, hurriedly calling for the village chief.
The aroma of the wine and the voice of the words attracted the attention of many bearmen. They
looked at the quiet motorcade from a distance, and glanced at the wine barrels on the carconsciously or unintentionally.
Cat people, our patriarch would like to see you, come in.
Just when the catmen warriors were nervous, afraid that the bearmen would come up to grab
the wine, a shout came from the tribe.
Let's go.
Alice didn't have any timid color at all, she gave a soft command, and then calmly walked
towards the tribe.
Ryan hid in the car and watched the tribe all the way.
Like most orc tribes, the buildings and furnishings here are all sloppy, as long as they can live
there.
But the only difference is that all kinds of iron tools can be seen everywhere in this tribe.
Although the appearance and design of these iron tools are not flattering, it can be proved that
the bearmen of this tribe have indeed mastered the primary smelting technology.
Catman, go in and discuss with the patriarch.
When he came to the big house in the innermost part of the tribe, the bear man who had
spread the word was already waiting here. He nodded to Alice and said.
Lilian, bring a bucket of bars, the others are waiting for us outside.
Alice whispered to Lilian, who nodded and put a barrel of wine on her shoulders.
Yes! Holy Maiden!
The remaining catmen warriors replied neatly.
Pushing open the door curtain of the house, Alice and Lilian walked into the room and saw
the bear man patriarch sitting in the seat at a glance.
This bear man is at least three meters tall, even if he is sitting on the seat, both Alice and
Lilian have to look up at his face.
The bear man patriarch has an extremely strong body, and there is a long scar on his left eye,
which makes his entire face look extremely murderous.
Catman, I'm the patriarch of the Thunderclaw tribe, a sixth-order warrior, I don't know which
tribe you belong to?
The bear man patriarch said.
Sixth-order warrior!
Alice swallowed softly, feeling a little nervous.
I'm the saintess Alice of the cat people. This is my friend, Lilian of the White
Feather tribe. The cat people are now unified and no longer divided into tribes.
Alice replied.
Unified? It's a bit interesting. Did the Feather Race help you unify? Hey, it's none of my
business anyway. Bring me the wine first.
The bear man patriarch spoke again and again, but his eyes were fixed on the wine barrel on
Lillian's shoulder.
Lillian raised her shoulders sharply and threw the wine barrel forcefully.
Bang!
The bear man patriarch only stretched out one hand and firmly took the wine barrel in his
hand.
A good little girl from the Feather Race, but she has a bit of strength.
The bear man patriarch glanced at Lillian approvingly, then directly smashed the lid of the
wine barrel and poured the wine into his mouth.
It's really good wine! It's been a long time since I've had such a good wine. I want the two
trucks of wine you brought. Tell me, little girl of the cat people, what do you want to do with
me?
The bear man patriarch said cheerfully.
I hope to get the right to use the iron ore of the Thunderclaw Tribe. Correspondingly, we will
provide two trucks of wine every month in exchange.
Alice looked at the bear man patriarch seriously and said.
Do you want iron ore? What do the cat people want this thing for? You know that smelting
iron ore is still very difficult. With your cat people's strength, it is difficult to smash iron ore.
The bear man patriarch gradually put away his smile and asked with a frown.
You don't have to worry about it, we have our own way.
Oh? This is interesting. If you cat people have a way, you might as well say it and listen.
The bear man patriarch narrowed his eyes slightly, and a domineering aura was released from
his body.
On the surface, it seemed that he was asking politely, but in fact this was already considered a
threat.